my first instinct of you was right. i just hadn't realized how right it was until i was sitting in front of you under an oak tree in the park at three o'clock in the morning cleaning off the blood from your skin, trying to help the bruises that decorated your body, and applying a band aid to the split on your hairline. you were silent, we were silent. the only sound to be heard was the steady chirping of the crickets hiding in the grass.
you're blue eyes were icy and slightly glazed over, but stayed locked with mine the entire time. you stayed unmoving, only for the few winces from when the alcohol stung the split-open skin.
❝ you want to know what happened to me, don't you?❞
i nodded speechlessly at the sound of how hoarse your voice sounded. a cynical laugh escaped your lips.
❝ i have my demons, indie baby. they're living in my father and driving people away. ❞
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cool kids
Short Story"cool kids aren't just cool, they're cold. they're broken" lowercase intended (c)@stardrinks cover by:@recklessrebellion-
